❴ BROWS PINCHED CURIOUSLY ❵ at first, carefully following the lurid movements, though could not find words to say. The first peck received a small smirk, the next a hand p u l l e d at the fabric of her gown and slowly applied more pressure, and the last spared a hand to cradle her cheek and draw her closer. Where one would end, his lips would catch hers again. He had not lied when he said he was fond of them, and such wonderful gifts were beyond their worth in comparison to rest.
His movements, the gentle tug before his lips sealed with hers had her giggle softly, the grin was still present as he kissed her, and soon she was returning it. Heart pounding, a fevered hand brushed down his chest swiftly, then back up under the fabric, feeling the smooth rippling of his muscles as he breathed.